Chapter Six: Under The Table Sins, Part One

Chapter Six: Under The Table Sins, Part One

This entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings.

Thirst.

Of all the feelings I thought would favour me in this beguiling moment, the most peculiar, strongly vied to be the most dominant.

Thirst.

My throat was dry and in need of a deposit of moisture, but it was not parched. Water was not what I needed.

In that moment, as the Devil's sleek finger pads got increasingly familiar with my neck and my back made a horrifying discovery- I was thirsty for answers and famished, and only an escape plan could satiate my hunger.

I would love to seek comfort in denial and convince myself that I was faced by the unknown, but that would be insulting my intelligence. I already was gawking like a fish close to its demise when I felt that large mass cushioning my back. It wasn't there before and I knew very well what the solid growth which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit was. That billow of panic ripped through me as my joints slackened further and I was transported by a series of tremors.

It dawned on me; the realisation came to me as a torrent splash of ice cold water to the face-

THE DEVIL WAS SEDUCING ME!

My sovereign of Hell step-father was not in any way inebriated or possessed by a fiend, I mean he is the fiend, it was clear to me that he was very aware of his actions and had a goal to achieve. God how I wished he was at least under the influence of that tot of spirit I poured him earlier.

How could have Jun predicted correctly?

Before, I refused to entertain any thoughts of my mother's diabolical, infernally wicked Devil husband being attracted to me, but every doubt I had had was wiped away when my step-father cocked his hips and that prominent erection grinded into my back.

I nearly fainted.

I should have fainted, but my body has never loved me that much. Even when I needed to tumble limp in his burly arms more than ever and save myself from ascending ruin, my obstinate body armed me with more acuteness and I felt every sensation with a higher intensity.

Oh god he is large!

I am too good of a person to be feeling such things, what have years of diligent benevolence yielded me?!

The sheer size of his erection made my gut clench and my skin to thin. With the mental anguish I had amassed, if a bulk of nerves could kill; my mother would be on her way to the morgue by now.

Mother.

Mo-th-er..

I have a mother!

What am I doing pressed into the island, with her husband's penis jabbing my back?

This is the worst situation I have ever found myself in, in this house, and trust me, caprice and peculiarity are the order of my day.

Imagine if someone stumbles upon us in this undoubtedly incriminating position!

I have to stop him.

I- have- to.

But I can't.

Oh god I can't.

I just have to utter three words; "Daddy please stop."

But I can't, my tongue is limp.... and maybe so is my determination, or the lack of it to be precise.

I was feeling so many things I could not explain for my diabolical father, because of him and those feelings were the greatest contributing factor to my silently pledged obedience and strongly expressed submissiveness.

For the last part, I did not have much of a choice, the Devil's vehemently dominant aura alone commands you, compels you to submit. My father has never taken no for an answer, rejection is beneath the Devil, he always gets what he wants.

I wish I knew what he wanted from me, or maybe I don't.

An erected penis only has one use, nature made it that way.

If I were another woman I would be tempted, I would be squeezing my thighs together and scanning through the most prurient thoughts the mind can manufacture, I would be so wet and feel like the most fortunate woman for having such an undeniably attractive, ethereally hot man hard for me- but I am not just a random woman, I am the Devil's step-daughter, I have regarded this otherwordly hot man as my father since I was eight years old, and this is my mother's husband.

This should not be happening.

I have to stop feeling these things.

I have to stop him!

Fuck Nessa what is wrong with you?!

Why are you so weak?!

I was melting in his arms, and I did not even have to guess, I knew that he was extracting heaps and heaps of pleasure from seeing me act this way, like a docile, putty kitten begging to be dominated and manipulated.

Mom...

I have to do this for mom...

I have to stop him!

Fuck!

The fear of provoking a fierce reaction from the Devil was not the only factor driving my flurrying unwillingness to at least try to maneuver out of his hold. There was this gravitational force drawing me to him and I felt a tornado of inexplicable emotions swirling around in my gut.

"Say the word, liloco, and I will let you go." He muttered gruffly into my ear, his baseful voice slicing into my eardrums. The deep vibrations hit straight to the core, I was almost incapable of uttering a response, I could only tremble in his arms.

Say the word.

What word?

Did I miss something?

"Can you feel it?" Once again he cocked his hips, slammed that hardness into my lower back and a tiny moan of shock flew out of me. My fingers gripped onto the finished edge of the countertop and I swallowed dryly, feeling all the heat emanating from his body, especially from his crotch, warm up my body and numb my mind.

Can I feel it?

Can- I- feel- it?

Of course I can feel it, but dare I say it?!

It would be impossible not to feel that solid mass.

But I do not understand. I really do not understand what led to this. No action of mine could have incited him, a plain personality like mine would not even arouse a crave-stricken sex addict.

How is this happening, oh god!

"I asked you a question." He growled impatiently, his calloused hand going under my chin and tilting my head up. "When daddy asks you a question, angel, you answer it." The Devil's voice was beastly and strained, far more intimidating and domineering than usual.

I pressed my feet harder into the tiled floor, fearing my weakening knees will soon betray me. I gaped like a dehydrated fish, making no effort whatsoever to readjust my neck and following my silence, a low, but powerful growl hit my ears at close range. The sudden, aggressive, throaty sound made me shudder, I did not intend on disobeying the Devil, but this entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings. My breath hitched and I gasped softly when his thick fingers curved into my neck and he once again applied light pressure to my throat.

He was not choking me, not by any definition, but I could not breathe, just being aware that the Devil's hard, very much awake member was shoved into my back, knocked the air right out of my lungs.

No, this was not normal.

This is Domino and Isobel kind of behavior, I have made no research to back my conclusion, but I am certain that this is not how a step-father and his step-daughter normally act.

I am a virgin.

He knows that I am a virgin.

Why is he doing this? Why am I secretly curious to know where this will lead to?

This is how affairs begin and I am NOT that kind of girl.

Before my mind could dwell on that, I was startled, chilled to the bone by my father's darkly deep voice.

"Is my princess a mute now?" He asked, heightening the effect of his evocative voice by bringing his lips to the shell of my ear.

When his surprisingly soft, moist lips brushed into the back of my earlobe and his beard grazed my skin, a moan nearly flew out of my parted lips. That implicitly indecent, raunchy sound was right at the tip of my tongue.

What is happening to me?

Why can I not bring myself to stopping him?

I swallowed dryly, resisting the strongest urge to close my eyes and surrender completely. "N-n-nno sir." My voice quivered and wavered as I whispered the only words I was capable of formulating at that moment.

At least I managed a response, the Lucifer of Bervon is infamous for punishing disobedience barbarously. His methods are appalling, blood-curdling, those subjected to his trouncing never utter a single word about it, but the rumours of his favoured methods of torture are dense and popular talk around the streets. I did not want to be flogged with that paddle or his burly hand until my asscheeks are sore and blushing red so I pushed through every barrier and told myself to obey.

To do anything just so this trialling "bonding" time with daddy could come to an end.

"Tell me everything you remember." The austerity of that sternly laid command took me by surprise, I could not understand what my ears had grasped.

Everything I remember?

Huh? I should tell him everything I remember?

Everything I remember about what?

Nothing is making any sense.

As his arm coiled around my shoulder and he roughly hugged me from behind, drawing me to his chest and eliminating every bit of space between our bodies, as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck and took a needy whiff, inhaling my scent in a long draft- It dawned on me-

I have read something like this before, my mind has fashioned this.

Out of desire and my mounting need for male attention.

This is a dream.

This has to be a dream.

Of course this is a dream, my step-father does not want me, even if I was not his step-daughter, the Devil would never be interested in a plain Jane like me, he fancies himself brunette bombshells like my mother. There is no way he could want me.

I am going to wake up from this.

I was so reliev-

"This is not a dream," he gruffly muttered into my ear, his warm breath trickling down my neck, making the hairs lined on the back of it to rise, "and you do not know what I want, stop deceiving yourself."

How did he-

Wait, did he just read my mind or did I imagine the whole thing?!

Before I could even marvel at and muse over the impossibility that just happened, my father continued in the same overbearing, lust-filled, strained voice, this time, his hands dropping to my hips. I nearly died when he gave me a gentle squeeze and he expelled a strumming sound which sounded like a mixture of a suppressed growl and grunt of pleasure.

"Soon you will know your destiny, Marosa, and believe me, little girl, you won't be able to run away from me like last time, this time the Devil is keeping you forever, sweetheart." I had not even processed half of what my father had said when one of his hands slid over the sleek material of my silk nightie and neared my groin. Before I could even react, his hand had gotten dangerously close to my panty clad vagina, which began to throb and pulse both from fear and anticipation.

My hold on the countertop tightened and I clamped my thighs together tightly, an instinctive impulse I instantly regretted doing.

"Do not do that again." He ordered threateningly and I felt my stomach churn and my vagina took a deep breath. Tiny, nipping tingles and a current of electricity coursed through me, igniting every fibre of my being.

Oh god I have never felt something like this!

This is wrong!

This has went too far!

Warmth dispersed around my cheeks, my chest tightened and I was flushed and mortified beyond the word when the Devil roughly parted my thighs and my knees buckled. Before I knew it, I was stuttering, my voice a live earthquake.

"D-dd-Daddy please-" He sharply cut me off two shaky words in.

"Do not move." He warned sternly, his hand fisting my dress and tugging at its helm. "Do you see what you have done, angel? Maybe next time you will think twice before bending over in that manner and flashing your underwear to your father. Your actions have consequences, there is no turning back now." It was extremely difficult for me not to squirm when his hand slipped under my dress and slid up.

No!

Not here!

Oh god, not here!

"I have waited very long, for millenniums, and soon, my angel, I will take what is mine," so abruptly he cupped my pussy and I moaned so loudly, the people downstairs must have heard me, "but for now, I will settle for a taste. Do not resist, my liloco, this is your destiny."